God knows where his boots were – stolen I guess, along with his talisman and the contents of his sporran. I had been taking lots of pictures in the morning light but the weather deteriorated towards midday, so I went back to the hotel for a late lunch. XXX There was little else I could do in the dark, with no first aid kit. And against this light, I saw a shadow, the outline at least, of Deryk, on his knees astride my body. His strong hairy legs clad in chunky woollen socks disappeared into that unknown region beyond the swaying pleats of his Skye Tartan and I couldn’t help wondering if it was true – you know – what they say…….. In fact, I thought I might still stand a
